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Mt. Pulag; a death defying experince!

"There are no atheists in foxholes,"

I am an agnostic by faith, while philosophically, an atheist. I am the ironies of all ironies. A paradox. A hypocrite but not a parasite. Mt. Pulag verified everything in me. Mt. Pulag puts everything to the test in me. I died in Mt. Pulag. I cried and weep in Mt. Pulag. I chilled, grinned my teeth, wailed, prayed and cursed God in Mt. Pulag. I talked to God in Mt. Pulag. Heavy chilling winds and rains is the answer. The God that I meet in Mt. Pulag, is a harsh terrifying God. I gave up in Mt. Pulag. My inner will, which serves as my internal flame to keep me warm is waning, fading into chilling cold dark ridges. The God’s in Mt. Pulag was truly angry. Yes! Mountaineering skills are no match! However, it is when the time that I gave up, that I have a new found strength, an inner strength. My feet is telling me to carry on! Equally true is the mantra of Kabala. We can influence God! We can influence the course of the Universe. Prayer is not the matter, the heart that truly prays, matters most. Agnosticism and atheism is the irony in me that lead me to pray and cursed, even though I’m half hearted. I still carry on, moved on, survived a death defying climb in Mt. Pulag, where I had found my resurrection, and a new found meaning of the agnosticism and atheism.

Mt. Cristobal; a not so Devil a Mountain

trusting God won't make the mountain smaller but it will make climbing easier. Hope you we'll be able to climb all our mountains... thekuah a Tibetan Friend

I already had forgotten those vivid memories of that said climb. I don’t even remember the very date when it was. The night before the climb there were apprehensions and tensions between the team leaders and the applicants. The typhoon signal was raised to signal #2 in the Southern Tagalog area. I was a bet scared because the mountain was known to be the “Devil’s Mountain”, the opposite of Mt. Banahaw; i.e. as the Holy Mystical Mountain. As far as I can remember, after our pre-climb, I searched the internet for the Yiddish version of the text of Psalm 23, from where I believed to be as my amulet against the evil force. Funny but true. Moreover, it works for me. It was our skills I climb, and we did it amidst strong winds and occasional heavy rains. The climb was a bet difficult due to the terrain and the weather, but, in good fate, only Mimssy’s shoes’ was treated with first aid. We survived, we’re alive back, and we’re not bewitched. Mt. Cristobal, which is known to be “the Devil’s Mountain” is not a devil’s mountain after all. All mountains are God’s mountain!

Talamitam that was!

Cry of the Poor

After a day hibernation, relief invades my soul!

Through introspections, my spirit lift me up.

To the eloquence and serenity of a day passed by.

In the stillness of the morning calm, rests!

My weary mind away from the dusty crowd,

Into the breasts of Mother Nature’s tenderness and harsh embrace.

And as she whispers into my heart through her gentle breeze,

Child-like joys encompasses my being, rejuvenating this old bones.

Wish I could stay here! But! No!

This is not my goal. I am called to conquer mountains,

To come down.

I am called to climb stiffest hills, and Sinai’s to listen to God.

And bring down His/Her message to the people.

And in the end,

My only relief and joy,

Is to remember what peace I earn at the top of the mountain.

Into God's mountains!

SHALOM!

I had my first taste of the Lakay experience on that
fateful day of august 2007, have it seen here in this link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q48BMfZ1dUo